苏珊娜·施奈德/SuannenSchneider
Seventeenyearsagotherewerethirtyofus, allagedaround20, ', sowefelttalentedandimportant.
Weprobablyallweretalented, toagreaterorlesserdegree, andinexperiencedtoo—, .
, , whennewpupilsturnedup, weproudlypresentedourselvesasadvanceddramastudents.
, tap-dancing, , withclosedeyes, , longlastallowedtowalktheboards, wequicklyunderstoodthatadarkstagecouldbetheloneliestplaceintheworld.
, butwhatelse? , ? Thatistheproblem.
——becauseforthreeyearsonewaspreoccupiedwithnothingbutoneself, withone'sfeelings, voice, body, .
Whathasbecomeofus—thirtydreamsandseventeenyearslater? Alongstory, , -known, , andtheotheristheonlywomanintheactors' teaminSaturday', , whocoulddanceandplaythepianosobeautifully, simplydidn', nowrunningasoundstudioinVienna, finallyrealizedthat“myambitionswereperhapsalittleexcessive.”Bysayingthis, hepreservedhimselffromalife—liewithwhichtoomanybadactorsconsolethemselves: thattheyareunluckytobeunrecognized, andthatiftherightdirectorturnedup, theirimmensetalentwouldbeappreciated.
, twostoriesofourclassstandout, onesadandonewonderful.
, atFrankfurtayearbeforehisdeath.
, , SchmidtandSchneider, , -byeforever.
.In1996, .
However, , ayearaheadofus, stoodonsomesteps, wearingmauvedungarees, andlookingusover: motionlessandalittlearrogantbutdamnedgoo-lookingwithawell-structuredface, browneyes, andblondehair.
Thenhecamedownthesteps, righttowardsme, andthenatthelastmomentswervedasidesoastoaskFranziskainsteadofme:“What'syourname?”
